Monthly Archives: June 2013

“So, you say that the present Government is not moving even its tiny finger to fight inflation and price hike, eh?” I asked the women. “They do nothing. Irresponsible guys,” I smiled as they fumed. Then they turned to me in one sweep. “What do YOU do in your life? You know the price of onion now?” “What!” I was caught unawares at the sudden and unexpected turn, midcourse. “Tell me. Do you know the price of onion?” “Chechi, … Continue reading →

This is a nostalgic retelling of my monsoon story which appeared last year. The rain, last night has stung me so deeply that I cannot help recall the old song and infuse it with fresh impressions. Read. Get wet in the rain. There must be a certain fun to burst upon the unexpected. Who knows it better than the monsoons! They always pick a dull night, nondescript, to explode over my house, markets and dreams. To sting me into a … Continue reading →

“Are you in secret service?” I asked Chang who was our friend, guide and philosopher in our Bhutan journey. The question startled him so much that some doma (arecanut and betel leaves) he was chewing squirted out from his mouth, down his chin. He wiped it with the back of his hand and turned to me: “Me?” I nodded my head. “Secret service?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Why? What made you think so?” His narrow eyes went narrower, now almost became … Continue reading →

This is the third and last part of the Divine Comedy series on the writer’s journey through Bhutan. To read the first part click Divine Comedy: Inferno. For the second part, click Divine Comedy Purgatario. Enjoy reading. I wake up under the woolen quilt – inside three t-shirts, a jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of woolen socks – with a hunch that someone is sitting near me, patiently waiting for my eyes to blink open. I pull my quilt … Continue reading →

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Life! I sighed, sat back to the old chair, and closed my eyes thinking wistfully about those days, when I could spread light by just opening my mouth. How eager my friends were to get to me just to li…